Armored

Hiding behind our shields we shiver,
shivering alone we fear.
This way we live hiding ourselves.

You don’t want to deliver yourself,
because you get only wounds,
but you have to take that risk.
you won’t live otherwise.

You are unprotected, don’t fool yourself,
your armors won’t fend you.
People will keep of you.
From every angle: you are a soft body.
You have to let them love you.

Who breaks through my armor, if there would be
someone whom I shouldn’t fear of,
in front of whom being wounded and naked,
I could reveal my aching self…
Who wouldn’t look away with disgust,
who wouldn’t throw away to the trash,
like a burned cigarette stub.

There is someone, who came without armors,
the biggest armor breaker who has ever lived,
but he hasn’t defended himself.
From him learn how to be a human.
He softens your heart, if you ask,
to be able to love others,
helps to put down your armors willingly.

He has cracked more harder stone too.
He cuts through your armors like in butter,
so that he could be at home with you
and thus you wouldn’t perish.
As a human you can interpret yourself
only in relation to him.

He makes his hands dirty with me.
My desire is it woudln’t be in vain.
What he started he won’t leave undone.
Encourages me to trust my filthy things on him.

You also have something to talk about.
He is waiting for this, for that
you don’t send message with others,
but talk to him personally,
He doesn’t keep himself aloof from you.

Only he can heal your heart.
Do not want him to write your name in dirt.
You can find your identity only in him.